I still haven’t come
up with a description of how/what the inflow is really like. Sometimes there
are real words I understand, and other times it’s a kind of feeling of what is
being channeled; emotion, but not emotion. --SW

When I was a kid, we were playing hide ‘n’ seek and others
thought it would be funny to stuff me in the mailbox, so IT wouldn’t find me.
They ran off and forgot about me. IT didn’t find me, but spiders did! To this
day I still have nightmares of creepy-crawlies getting on me.

I’m trying to describe what happens to me sometimes when I’m
in a crowd. It is illogical. I know I belong. I know I can fit in. I just have
to talk to people. But sometimes – I don’t even know what to call it, just that
it is overwhelming – I just have to get out of there, to escape.

About Me

I am a writer, first and foremost. I always say, "If I didn't write, I'd die or go crazy or worse." Photography often goes hand in hand with my writing. I not only want to write about the interesting aspects of life, but I also want to show it with pictures. Topics are wide-ranged and I'll easily jump from one project to the next.

I also do charcoal and pastel landscape drawings.

But the writing is always at the top as I find myself exploring the various aspects of life. I am intrigued by thought processes -- my own and others'. Delving into emotions and exploring why I think such and so is like going on a treasure hunt. I always find something of value in the end.